[Open] "Bored."

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Open
WHAT: Working off some steam by way of target practice
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Skyhold training grounds
NOTES: Either prose or brackets welcome!

The first arrow seems to land wildly off-course, on the very edge of the target, but the archer who fired it keeps an impassive face while he raises the next one. To anyone who happens to be watching, it's clear this time that he actually is taking aim.

The second arrow hits the entire other edge of the target. Sherlock draws the third, notches it, takes aim.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The arrows fly in more rapid succession as he goes on. While the lines aren't perfect, it soon becomes apparent that instead of aiming for the bulls-eye, he's firing a pattern into the target: specifically, a smiling face.

Comments

[nofury]

While their currently limited supplies underlined the needed, the truth was all equipment needed to be maintained at some point or another. So while training is all well and good, today Maria had taken a seat in the courtyard to clean her training swords and shields over putting them into use. Which means she's there to witness the creation of the smiling horror from inception to completion, even letting out a small scoff of a laugh when he's about half way through and the ultimate shape becomes clear. But she waits until he's done to call out across the short distance between them.

"It can't be bad as all that."

Apologies for the late tag back!

[seesobserves]

There's something to be said for her interpretation of the symbol. It doesn't do much to help his ennui, but his response is relaxed.

"Cooped up in a crumbling fortress, running low on Elfroot..." He steps forward to start retrieving the arrows, but casts a glance back at her on the way.

"Suppose it could be worse." His eyes are pointedly trained on whatever Templar regalia is involved in her current outfit. Rationing his Elfroot has nothing on lyrium withdrawal, should their supply run low.